Eat, Drink And Remarry Is My Motto.

Something Changed. Somewhere Along The Line You Stopped Accelerating.

You Know, Im Always Surprised When I Read Profiles, And They Make Me Sound So Jaded. I Am So Not Jaded.

Delia's Arms Were Inscribed With A Grid Of Self- Inflicted Wounds, An Intricate Text Of Self-loathing

The Capacity For Friendship Is God's Way Of Apologizing For Our Families.

You Described The Feeling You’d Always Had Of Being Misplaced, Of Always Standing To One Side Of Yourself, Of Watching Yourself In The World Even As You Were Being In The World, And Wondering If This Was How Everyone Felt. That You Always Believed That Other People Had A Clearer Idea Of What They Were Doing, And Didn’t Worry Quite So Much About Why.